Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Eight Call To My Brother Dearest

Mycroft POV:

 I sat in my office a day after Clara had left, and yet again all I could think about was her and what she could be doing right this moment. I couldn't help but wonder what her case was, she would never tell me now and I couldn't exactly say it was going to happen in the near future either. I would have to do some digging into Clara's' new mission and what it could in tale, she's been on it a while. 

Talking about cases, I wonder how my little brother is getting on with his case. I wonder if he has any more progress with the actual case. I should call and ask, if I text he won't answer me, it could be weeks or even months before I get a reply. I pull out my phone from my pocket and dial my brothers number, I listen to it ringing on the other end until the third ring.

"Hello this is Sherlock Holmes, how can I help you?" He must be busy as he would have known it was me, and plus is that humor I can hear in his voice? 

"Dear brother, did you not look at your phone." 

"I'm busy Mycroft, hurry up with your stupid questions already about the case. I'm doing practical today, in fact right now I'm in a horse stable so hurry up." Now I get the serious brother, oh someone's there with him. 

"Who is it Sherlock?" My thought is confirmed when I hear a female voice in the back ground, why does it sound so familiar?

"Yes Sherlock, who is that?" I ask sarcastically, oh I do like to know my brothers own business. 

"It's my brother, and to you Mycroft Holmes. The person here with me is a friend, that you don't need to know the name of. You don't need to know every little part of my life, I will let you know when I have anymore information on the case. Now, goodbye Mycroft." Then the line went dead, my brother hung up on me again. Okay, now I need to know who my brother is spending time with. But first, I want to talk to Clara. So yet again I make another call, this one to Clara. 

"Hello, Clara Phoenix speaking." 

"Hey Clara, so can we have that talk now?"

"Yeah, just let me get somewhere quieter." 

"Why are you busy? I could call back later." 

"No, it doesn't matter. Hold on for like a few minutes." I hear her as she excuses herself from whatever she was doing, and I can hear her as she walks off somewhere. "Alright My, I'm back now. What do you want to talk about?"

"Why you left me alone, in a bed and naked." 

"My, I had to leave. I had to go back to my work, I needed to be here for a paticular time. I'm sorry My, if I could have stayed I would have." 

"I understand Clara, I just wish that sometimes you would tell me when you have to leave." 

"My, you know I couldn't do that." I hear her sigh on the other end of the phone, does this mean that she's annoyed with me. 

"Clara, I love you. All I do is worry and wonder about you and what trouble you are in next. Clara I just . . ." 

"Mycroft Holmes, stop this now. I have to go, talk to you when I want to. I mean it Mycroft, if you call me I don't know how I'm going to act." I don't know why, but I feel heart broken, and then the phone goes dead. 

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Clara POV:

Once I put the phone down on Mycroft, all I could do was feel angry. How could he do this to me? Make me feel so angry when he says stuff like that. I leave the spot from which I was hiding and walked back towards the horse stables, of which when I arrive there stands Sherlock leaning against a hard yard brush. 

"Who was it?" He asks so calmly, I couldn't help but smile up at him. I walked closer towards Sherlock, placing my arms slowly around his neck. Today he was in his vest top with a lose shirt and tracksuit bottoms; where as I have a vest on and a pair of his tracksuit bottoms on that are extremely big on me. 

"It was a friend."

"The same friend that gave you the original love bites?" He looked sad, I had to tell the truth when he asked. 

"Yes, he just wanted to make sure I made it back here okay." 

"Right, did you say anything about us?" He seemed a little more happier when he said that, but what did he mean 'about us'? 

"Sherlock what do you mean, when you say 'about us'?" He smiles against my lips, and I already know that smile, it was the same smile as what he had plastered on his face this morning. 

"Clara Phoenix, would you care to be my girlfriend?"

"Sherlock Holmes, I would love to be your girlfriend." I kiss him gently on the lips, but as I pull away one of his hands snakes its' way around my waist and the other lets go of the brush to put it in my hair. He quickly kisses me back, and I cannot resist a mister Sherlock Holmes when he kisses me like this. Sherlock and I both move in the same direction, towards one of the horse stable walls. When Sherlock's back hits the stable wall, he quickly turns us around so that I'm against the wall. He soon picks me up and starts to kiss my neck, then my phone goes off again and we can soon hear other students voices approaching. 

"I hate when that happens." Sherlock whispers into my neck.

"Sherlock, thats the first time that has happened to you." Sherlock slowly puts me down on my feet, before picking up the brush that he dropped and carrying on with his work. 

"Yes, and I already hate it." I smile and laugh at Sherlock before turning back to my phone. I look at my phone to see the name 'Mycroft Holmes' and a stupid picture of both of us in the background. I quickly find somewhere quiet so that no one can hear our conversation, especially Sherlock. If Sherlock knows that I know his brother, then he'll soon figure out that I'm the killer. 

"What is it Mycroft?" I hiss down the phone at him.

"I just wanted to apologies Clara. I leave you until you want to talk Clara, bye." He's about to put down the phone. . .

"My, I need to tell you something." 

"What is it Clara?" He sounds concerned, he always sounds concerned when he talks to me. 

"My, I won't be able to see you like I did for the past few days."

"Why Clara?" He sounds upset. why did I have to fall in love with the other brother. Oh yeah, because I just did, you just cannot control your feelings. 

"My, since I saw you. . . I got into a relationship. It wasn't planned, it just happened after a very big argument with the guy." 

"I understand . . . but can I at least know his name Clara."

"I'm sorry My, if I told you his name then he would become apart of the mission. I don't want you tracking me My, done me this one request. Don't track me, and don't try and find me." 

"Okay, Clara. See you when you want." Then he put down the phone. That's when Sherlock came around the corner, he looked happy until he saw me with my phone in my hand. 

"It was him again, wan't it Clara?"

"He just wanted to apologise Sherlock, for what he said earlier on the phone to me." 

"Okay, well it's time for a break. You coming?" I grab his hand and smile up at him, this gives him my answer. Sherlock starts to lead me towards the training room where our belongings are and our friends. Sherlock decided to take his shirt off, it is a nice day outside so I don't blame him. 

"Sherlock, are those love bites?" He goes bright red after Addie burst out laughing like yesterday. "Who gave you them then Sherlock?" 

"I did." I reply making Sherlock laugh a little.